Tomorrow. Wow.
Each winter seems longer than the last. Just like the drive to get there always seems longer than the one to get home. Finally though, it's here. All we have to do is tough through some stupid game in Washington today. Tomorrow, eat a few pieces of ham, find some chocolate eggs, kiss some babies then settle in for some long awaited Sox on Yanks action.
I also believe that the amazing weather this weekend isn't just pure coincidence. It's baseball flexing its "glamor muscles" in front of mother nature, and she has no choice but to concede and let (excuse my throwback) "The good times roll". Good times, roll away.
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